Eerie lights mist beneath the dark horizon,
setting the stage for what all is to unravel...
As a kid:
Our faces covered with sweat...
Everyone tells me WHO to be.
I just want to be ME...
Carry on with your lives,
your day to day dreams...
I was born in a land where Spanish was the ground...
And I, just like a tree who was moved to another...
At this time,
people criticize you...
No automatic
learning of humane respect...
Let alone the sight of color
We all see black and white...
Warm sunlight bathes the weary soul
who sits beside his worldly goods...
Reeking of Clermont-Ferrand male conditioner
and inhaling the religion of St Albans parish...
At the gates outside
stands a dark thin man...
I go to church with a boy so I may learn about god...
I go to church with a boy so I may learn about...